The Woman at the Docks Read online Jessica Gadziala (Grassi Family #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Romy had come from very humble beginnings, never knew a life that didn't have financial stress. Sure, she found a good job for herself, but she lived in an expensive area, was always trying to find new ways to budget.

It felt good to pamper her just a little bit, to see her eyes go big when she saw a brand name on a bag or package, to give her a taste of the luxury I'd been born into, and then busted my ass to build upon.

I liked what we had going.

I liked it enough that in quiet moments between work meetings and in the seconds before sleep, a deep, unfamiliar, crippling fear overtook me. I had lived a dangerous life. I had needed to bloody my hands. I had needed to defend our family's honor, to fight off enemies. Not much scared me.

But the thought of finding Romy's sister, and then having her leave and go back to California? Yeah, that made me feel a fear like I'd never known before.

Most people don't necessarily recognize the moment that they lost their happiness. But I knew I would know mine.

The day I would have to say goodbye to her.

I almost wished I was selfish enough to call off the search for Celenia.

Just to buy myself time.

But I wasn't that kind of monster.

I couldn't do that to Celenia or to Romy.

So I kept on the search, and I enjoyed every spare moment I could catch with Romy.

Just when I finished making Romy's cup of coffee, my phone started ringing.

And at five-forty-five in the morning, no phone call could be good.

I reached for it, throat a little tight, seeing Lucky's number.

"You need to get down here," Lucky's voice clipped before I could even say hello. "Now," he added, hanging up.

Every instinct was to run.

But I took one extra minute to scribble Romy a note, leaving her coffee on the nightstand in case she woke up.

Then I threw on clothes, and was on my way across town. He hadn't said so, but I knew where he was. The docks. And I had an idea what might be so pressing.

A container full of women.

When I got there, my father was standing beside my brother, both of their faces grim.

"We already called the police," my father said, tone tight.

As a rule, you didn't call law enforcement when you were involved in criminal activities. You didn't invite them onto your property where illegal things happened daily.

"Where's the container?"I asked, looking at Lucky who gave me a nod, a silent request to follow him.

"If we ever find Romy, I owe her a fucking apology," he said, having the decency to sound like he genuinely meant that, to be remorseful for making an innocent woman flee for her life.

It was inappropriate to think about it, but I was hoping Romy would be around to give Lucky and Matteo all the shit we both knew they deserved.

"Are they all alive?" I asked, having done some research about people who came in via the crude transport of shipping containers. And aside from them being absolutely disgusting because dozens of people in an enclosed space for days or weeks still had bodily needs, there was also the fact that only about fifty to seventy percent of the people inside made it due to heat or cold or illness that spread fast in a small, mostly airless space.

"Incredibly, yes," Lucky said, shaking his head. "I've never seen anything like this one before, though. Whoever is running this seems to actually have a head on their shoulders," he told me, taking a flashlight out of his pocket, handing it to me as we rounded on an open container.

Taking a breath, I flicked on the flashlight, shining it around the long, narrow space.

Lucky was right.

Whoever ran this had put some thought into it.

There were still many stores of food and water. In case of some sort of hold up. There were makeshift beds on the floor, made out of what looked like thick rugs sewn together. And, the most innovative of all, there was what seemed to be a set of composting toilets to one side in the far back.

There was food, there were blankets and battery-operated fans, there was proper sanitation, and an entire container full of what seemed to be a couple dozen women and girls.

"I'm rusty on my Spanish, but I think I managed to tell them they are safe, and that they will be going home soon."

I gave him a nod, flashing the light around, trying not to hit anyone directly in the eyes, but needing to look, needing to know if I had good news to give Romy or not.

"We already looked, Luca," Lucky told me. "She's not here," he added, making my chest fall.

If she wasn't here, what did that mean?


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